Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

As if the man's words had touched a sore spot, Jiang Shunchuan exploded and said coldly, "Say it to me again."

The man turned his head and looked at the two young men behind him, saying disdainfully: "What's wrong with you? I didn't say anything wrong."

Men are all creatures who care about their reputation, especially when someone is watching them.

In just a moment, the two of them came together, raised their fists and grabbed each other's collars.

Song Xun didn't keep up with their pace at all. He quickly pulled Jiang Shunchuan back and gave him some advice: "Don't be impulsive. Fighting here can easily cause the elevator to malfunction. It's not safe."

The woman on the other side also held onto her husband and whispered, "Look, the people on the other side are tall and strong, and they're likely to suffer a loss. Let's not bother with them."

The elevator then descended to the first floor. The woman dragged the man out and turned back to give them an apologetic smile.

"Don't mind it, he just has a bad temper."

Song Xun still held Jiang Shunchuan's hand tightly, afraid that he would rush out and kick someone again. He shook his head embarrassedly.

Song Xun has never been the type of person who would easily get into an argument with others, so he couldn't quite understand why someone would start a fight over a few words.

After what happened just now, he felt a little uneasy.

Jiang Shunchuan could get angry over just two sentences. If he knew that I had lied to him, he would tear him to pieces.

This reasonable guess made Song Xun silent along the way, covered with a hint of worry.

Jiang Shunchuan felt even more unsure when he saw Song Xun not saying anything.

He began to regret his impulsiveness.

Immature, unstable, unreliable, Jiang Shunchuan has begun to label himself, and it is very likely that this is what the young anchor thinks now.

Two equally taciturn men entered the restaurant together.

The restaurant was booked by Jiang Shunchuan. It is a very famous place in Lin City and is known as the romantic flower basket in the sky.

The interior decoration is mostly hazy and romantic, with flowers, candles, and chandeliers.

And a viewing angle that overlooks most of this riverside city.

Jiang Shunchuan felt that he had behaved badly just now and was anxious to restore his image, so he gentlemanly helped Song Xun pull out a chair and took the initiative to cut the steak.

Song Xun unconsciously observed Jiang Shunchuan who was sitting opposite him.

Under the warm yellow light, the man lowered his head slightly and cut the steak for him with a serious look, revealing a bit of tenderness.

Only then did Song Xun discover the differences between him and before.

Jiang Shunchuan looked a little more formal today, wearing a cool grey men's long windbreaker with a thin black shirt underneath, and a silver obsidian pendant of the same colour as his earrings hanging around his neck.

His hair was also groomed, removing his previous sharp and unbridled aura.

If today was really the first time Song Xun met him, he might really think that Jiang Shunchuan was a mature and steady person.

Jiang Shunchuan handed over the cut steak, and the waiter brought over an exaggerated dessert.

Song Xun looked at the pink cake ice cream in front of him, which was at the same height as his head and was made into the shape of a princess dancing in a dress. It must be said that Jiang Shunchuan really liked these girly things.

Jiang Shunchuan looked at him expectantly: "Give it a try."

Song Xun was holding a spoon and was a little unsure about how to start eating the exquisite cake in front of him. Finally, he carefully dug from the edge of the spoon, swallowed it, and nodded to Jiang Shunchuan.

"good to eat."

Jiang Shunchuan visibly breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was very determined to hear a "good" from Song Xun.

Unconsciously adjusting his cuffs, he asked Song Xun, "I don't know your name yet."

Since they have already met and become neighbors, Song Xun no longer has any scruples: "Meng Qing, the clear water is clear."

"It's a nice name." Jiang Shunchuan was very supportive. From the moment he finished cutting the steak, he never took his eyes off Song Xun.

The music played in the restaurant exudes an extremely erotic and seductive ambiguity, and such a place can easily make people fantasize uncontrollably.

Song Xun was getting a little restless. Even without raising his eyes, he could feel Jiang Shunchuan's burning gaze on him, which was passionate and explicit, without any restraint or suppression.

He turned his head to look out the window in panic, not daring to look Jiang Shunchuan in the eye, and asked, "You said before that you were going back to Shencheng, why did you suddenly move here?"

Song Xun didn't know that his unconscious avoidance encouraged Jiang Shunchuan to become even more aggressive.

"I won't go back to Shencheng for the time being." Jiang Shunchuan stared at his drooping eyelashes, all the way down, sliding down along the tip of his delicate nose, and staying for a brief moment.

Feeling the increasingly wanton gazes, Song Xun pursed his lips uncomfortably, leaving a wet mark on his slightly raised, full lip beads, making the color more vivid.

Jiang Shunchuan knew that he was being rude, but he couldn't look away. He said in a hoarse voice, "I need to take care of some things. I plan to live here permanently."

After hearing the name of the permanent resident, Song Xun's heart completely sank, and he lost all energy.

In the end, the cake that was as big as Song Xun's head was not finished. Song Xun thought about taking it home, but Jiang Shunchuan stopped him: "If you like it, I'll bring you here next time."

In fact, not really. He just doesn’t like to waste and doesn’t want to continue wasting next time.

When we left the restaurant, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

A little girl selling flowers came over and said sweetly, "Brother, buy a bunch of flowers for your girlfriend."

Jiang Shunchuan's mouth curled up. He did not explain their relationship to the little girl, but directly asked Song Xun: "What kind of flowers do you like?"

Song Xun was a little dazed, and the little girl worked even harder: "My flowers are very cheap."

She held up a finger and blinked pitifully at the two of them.

The little girl was holding a bunch of roses of different colors in her arms. Each rose was individually wrapped and needed to be approached one by one to inquire about the sale.

Song Xun has always been unable to resist other people's requests. Just as he was about to speak, the little girl stretched out her finger and said, "Only one hundred per bunch, very cost-effective."

One hundred yuan for a flower? Song Xun, who thought it was ten yuan, suddenly felt that he could handle it.

But he did hold on, because there was a big, stupid guy standing next to him who was taking advantage of him.

Jiang Shunchuan waved his hand and said, "I want them all."

Then a bunch of colorful roses were stuffed into Song Xun's arms. The little girl quickly hooked the payment code hanging around her neck and said to Jiang Shunchuan, "Brother, scan here, scan here."

The little girl was smart. She knew how to stay in places with high consumption levels and specifically look for young men with girls, and she successfully tricked one of them.

Because there were too many bouquets of flowers, Song Xun needed both hands to hold them. Jiang Shunchuan opened the back door for him. Song Xun bent down to get in the car and was finally able to put down the slightly cumbersome pile of flowers.

The next second, Jiang Shunchuan got into the car.

As soon as he put the flowers down, the seat next to Song Xun was taken.

Song Xun thought that since it was their first meeting and Jiang Shunchuan would sit in the front due to their unfamiliarity, he unwisely placed the flowers near the window, which resulted in no separation or gap between him and Jiang Shunchuan.

Jiang Shunchuan was already tall, and with all those flowers, Song Xun was squeezed in the middle.

Changing positions at this time would seem too deliberate.